You know how now and then you come across an album which
dares to be so different? That album which stomps all over
everything else you've listened to by that artist, and
everything else you've listened to around that time. Then
you realise the album is so bloody underground that hardly
anyone else will hear it.

Do you feel like this album deserves more? Or do you chuckle
as you comprehend that you are part of a certain cult whom
can sink deep into the words and sounds, knowing you will
perhaps be the only one for miles around.

Welcome to a later (2008) album by
Horrorcore Hip Hop artist, Insane Poetry. I reviewed an
album when I.P. was actually a group, not basically a solo
artist (see review
here) and waxed lyrical about its merits. However, nothing on
that can even closely match the creation which is Cyco:
The Snuff Reels! When I bought it years ago, I played it
to only a couple of close friends.

Produced by a man by the name of DJ Bless (who has an a.k.a. of
Sutter Kain), this is a loud and vile heavy metal sampling
chaotic landscape which complements the voice of our man,
Psycho (Now Cyco), wherein, Sutter Kain's material (August
Underground, etcetera) is just ÂKill KillÂ and ÂBitchÂ
bollocks which unfortunately swept over the Hip Hop culture
years ago. Cyco loses absolutely none of his in-yer-face
reality he displayed on his earlier album.

After a quick intro which reminded me of a Manic Street
Preachers, Holy Bible, era kind of thing, we are
plunged straight into the madness. Gods of War is
hard! I mean, it's fucking hard!!!! ÂWe are the
Gods of War, yes the carnivores, possessed of shark teeth,
we got piranha jaws!.....Â Cyco flows easily over a
very dark metal loop as he does his horror thing. Things
have moved on, the slayings are so much more detailed these
days.

I do wish Sutter Kain would sod off with his 'try to be
shocking' racism and violence threatening bullshit lines
here and there on the album (I think he's either a parody of
a lot of successful 'rappers' or just a cock). Leave it to
Cyco to pull Jihad, into a frenzy. ÂGoing inside
the mind of a suicide bomber....Â Afterwards, there's a
lengthy George Bush speech which is rather twisted. More so
with the harpsichord sample running behind it (there's a
second part later), then it's into the maelstrom of Welcome
2 America which rips the fashion, the money, the mess,
of America! ÂGeorge Bush, or should I call him Adolf?Â
It's out of control! Cyco runs down 911, the CIA, Obama, and
all of this over sheer white noise (check the track below).

Memoirs of a Cyco
is rather calm considering everything before. He takes the
listener on a journey through his whole recording career
since the early '90s. Then, like a train picking up the pace
before a collision and destruction, the album starts to pick
up even more from You Cannot Save Me.

There isn't a Hip Hop album I have heard which is like this
one. When Bullet 4 My Valentine pops up, we are back
in Grim Reality territory as a relationship melts ÂYou
were my soul mate, why did you do this?Â He almost cries
as it ends and his child is caught in a tug of war. The
music is toned down, as she cheats on him, laughs at him. He
tries to keep things together but you can feel his anger,
his heartbroken words drip with emotion. This is the peak of
The Snuff Reels.

My Sweet Misery, sampling Brand New, strips away the metal
and exposes his soul. Almost a sequel to the prior track as
a man falls into crime and murder. The production on this
and Bullet 4 My Valentine can get into you whether
you like Hip Hop or not. This is sheer torment. ÂLook ma,
I'm strapped to this gurney, for the lethal injection,
because I'm demon infested...Â

The Final Conflict is a fitting ending as it covers a battle between
heaven and hell in one man who is confused by the religion
he witnessed as a child. ÂIt's an all out war for my
sanity, is it why I cannot trust anyone in my family?Â
It made him a paranoid person on the receiving end of life
itself.

Truly dark and very, very, grim. The Snuff Reels is a few
miles ahead of his other works, down a long country lane
overlooked by skulls on trees. DJ Bless is an exceptional
producer. Mostly consisting of simple loops and beats, it's
his ear for what makes an impact which layers and fleshes
out the album. He calls this, Ghetto Metal, and that
tag suits it to perfection. Bizarre that this chap has also
worked with Kanye West, and R Kelly to name just two of the
many.

Cyco has continued releasing very underground tracks, and
has featured on many other albums by other similar
Horrorcore artists. This man is a force which will never go
away. Cyco: The Snuff Reels is definitely recommended, though it's
very hard to get a hold of nowadays unfortunately.